| I live in five rooms, but they don’t feel like home
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| Since our dreams are shattered by two hearts made of stone
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| Sittin’in the livin’room don’t feel like livin’to me Drownin’in a flood of memories
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| Chorus: Five rooms, five rooms
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| Full of hope when love blooms
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| Now it’s empty as a tomb
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| Livin’in these five rooms
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| I don’t go in the kitchen, it’s a wasteland to me
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| A place for dirty dishes and forgotten recipes
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| I don’t sleep in the bedroom, now I’m all alone
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| The bed’s too big, the nights go on too long
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| Chorus: Five rooms, five rooms
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| Full of hope when love blooms
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| Now it’s empty as a tomb
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| Livin’in these five rooms
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| I stop at the spare room while walkin’through the night
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| Mournin’for the love we both cast aside
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| In the glare of the bathroom mirror’s reflection
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| I pray for some faint light of direction
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| Chorus: Five rooms, five rooms
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| Full of hope when love blooms
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| Now it’s empty as a tomb
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| Livin’in these five rooms |